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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Painful
morning wood shook me from my sleep, as it had a few times during the night. My
cock tried desperately to expand in its cage and I finally felt awake enough
not to go back asleep. My arms were around Lindsey, whose body, dressed in just
short shorts and a tank top, was curled up into mine. I held her tightly and
shifted to wake her up.

“Morning Jake,”
she said, sleepy, and I could feel her ass rub softly against my boxers,
stimulating me further in my cage. Struggling to get hard all night, my cock felt
sore, along with my balls, still full from a long week of nothing, only made
worse by the half-blowjob I got from Lindsey.

Lindsey sat up
in the bed, wiping her eyes a little. She leaned over to look at the clock.
9am. “Sorry again about last night,” Lindsey said, reaching over to me. I was
sitting up next to her too, and she reached over to cup my balls through my
boxers. “My mom won’t leave these locked up forever.”

“When do you
think I can cum?” I asked, meekly.

She shrugged.
“I don’t know, but I’ll talk to her, ok?”

“Ok, Lindsey,”
I said hating how I was at these two women’s mercy.

“Well, I better
go take a shower. You can take one after me,” she said, getting up and crossing
me, her sexy body, tempting me, her full breasts, braless under her tank top,
jiggled nicely as she moved over me and then across the room. She grabbed some
clothes, panties, bra, a tshirt and jeans, and winked at me as she headed out.
I sighed, my nuts killing me. Not even a night’s sleep could make them feel
better. But when I thought I’d have a second to relax, her mother came in to
check on me.

“Well Jake,
how are the family jewels?” she asked with a wry smile, making an obscene
gesture with her hands, obviously enjoying herself.

“They hurt,” I
said, making a face. I could feel them ache and throb. She walked over closer.
She was wearing regular clothes, just a maroon tshirt, stretched across her
chest and a pair of black pants. She came over, and bent over, daring me to
look down her shirt at her enormous breasts.

“Tough night?”
She teased, slowly pulling the sheet down from my waist as I sat there. Nearly
paralyzed in fear, I didn’t move, and I felt her peel away my boxers by the
elastic to peek inside. She leaned in and looked around, pushing her breasts
into my face, the bare skin pushed in my cheek. “They look swollen Jake. You
know you were a bad boy last night.”

I gulped,
mentally hitting myself on the head to pay attention. “I’m sorry Mrs. Oran,” I
said, and then felt her fingers wrap gently around my balls.

“Taking
advantage of my young daughter like that. Using her mouth in such a dirty way.
How degrading!” she said, emphasizing it by rubbing my balls around.

“Don’t you
dare tell me that she wanted it! My Lindsey is not some kind of slut. I know
how your young mind works, young man,” she said, squeezing and rolling my nuts
around like a pair of stress balls. I could only groan and squirm, knowing she
could make it a lot worse if she wanted to.

Lindsey’s mom
looked around the room and finally settled on grabbing a hair brush, feeling
the back of it in her hand and then came back over. She leaned over, tempting
me again with her cleavage, certainly on purpose, then gave me a firm whack to
my balls by the flat side of the brush.

I yelped in
pain, but I just felt another hit, and then another, and finally I closed my
legs, holding my balls. She just harrumphed, crossing her arms. “Just three
huh? Hm, I don’t get why you men are so proud of those things. Spread them
again,” she said with such authority my legs moved on their own. She reached
down and hit them again, twice. “All they do is make you submissive. Not that
I’m complaining. You know when I was your age, women’s liberation was really
kicking into gear. Equality was still a very new thing. It’s so nice seeing a
young man like yourself clutching his balls in pain, submissive to me.” She
slapped my nuts again, and I tried my hardest to keep my legs apart.

“You know,
you’re a nice guy, Jake,” she said, and just let the backside of the brush rub
my balls up and down. “But all you eighteen year old men are the same, in a
second you would take advantage of a girl if you could. You would tell her ‘you
have to suck me babe, I’ve got blueballs,’” she said, sounding disgusted, and
took it out on my balls again.

“Back when I
was your age, I dated men who just demanded I put out for them. They thought
that just because I had a big chest meant I would get on my knees and suck them
off!” she said, upset, but fortunately she was going easy on my balls for the
time being. “And you know the real tragedy was that I did it. I can’t believe I
got on my knees after that,” she said, shaking her head. “So young, so naïve,”
she said with a big sigh, and gently tapped my nuts.

“Mrs. Oran,
please I’m sorry that guys were total jerks. But I’m really a nice guy! I’ve
been really polite and…ohhh!” I yelped as another hard smack came.

“Hush,” she
commanded. “Let me just tell you Jake, that it gives me nothing but pleasure to
see you all worked up and needing it, and then to tell you no.” She maintained
eye contact. “If only I could go back and lock those boys up, send them home
with blueballs. I really am envious of Lindsey,” she said, smiling.

“See? These
little guys really settle you down don’t they? You started out making excuses
and thinking you could get a blowjob, but now you’re behaving yourself, aren’t
you?”

I nodded
quickly. “Yes Mrs. Oran.”

“And you’ll do
whatever I say because you don’t want any more ball pain, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mrs.
Oran. Yes, I’ll be really well behaved.”

She smiled at
this, pleased with her work. She gave them a little tap. “See, now I don’t need
to slap them because you’re acting like a man should: submissive and polite. If
only I had this around thirty years ago, huh?”

“Yes, Mrs.
Oran.”

“Good. Now
when you need to shower, come find me. You can shower with your cage off today.”

I nodded to
her, and groaned to myself when she shut the door, my balls seriously hurting.
What kind of crazy leftover problems did she have, taking out her high school
angst on me? I had never even gotten so far with a girl, and yet somehow I was
to blame for all of the jerks out there.

Lindsey came
in wearing a towel, making me question why she brought clothes with her in the
first place. She was totally unaware of the busting I had to go through, and I knew
I couldn’t bring it up. It would just be easier to keep her in the dark and
hope to keep her mom happy at the same time.

Lindsey was a
good distraction from the pain, as she slipped a pair of red panties on
underneath her towel, her boobs jiggling and threatening to pop out of the top.

“I don’t know
why my mom doesn’t get bigger towels,” she said, tightening it over her rack.
“We’ve both got big boobs,” she said, rolling her eyes. “What bra should I wear
today? Black or white?” she said, holding both up for me to look at.

“Um…black” I
said, my cock straining in the cage.

She turned
around and lowered her towel, giving me just a hint of sideboob to satisfy me,
clasped the bra around her waist and then rotated it, bringing the cups over
her breasts. She adjusted it, facing me now, squeezing them together as she
mushed her bra around. “I hate having big boobs sometimes,” she said,
dissatisfied with how the bra fit. “Anyway, get up lazy bum and go take your
shower. I think my mom is in her room,” she said plainly. Did she know that I
had to go ask her mom first? I sighed to myself. Of course she did.

I got up,
walking past her, and as I did she stopped me and gave me a quick kiss. The
look of her in her underwear really did a number on my libido.

I found her
mom’s room again, which I had visited last night. She was packing some clothes
into a laundry basket. “Hello Jake. Why don’t you come with me?” I found myself
in the bathroom with her. She sat on the toilet as I stood, letting her unlock
me. I really tried my hardest, but the combination of my having gone a week,
plus the view down her shirt as I stood there was too much, and my cock
stiffened up, rising quickly. I could only blush.

She smiled,
happy to see my reaction. “That’s why they call it morning wood,” she joked to
herself, poking it to see it bob around. I gulped, and saw her stand to turn
the water on for me. She pulled the curtain back and pointed at the tub. “Go
on. Don’t think I’m going to let you shower alone. I know what boys do in there!”
she said, with mirth, but she was serious. I hesitated, weighing my options,
but got in the tub anyway, feeling the warm water rush over me. My erection
wasn’t going down, and probably wasn’t going to anytime soon. She sat on the
toilet again, and pulled up a small mirror to put lipstick on, glancing up at
me from time to time.

“Go on,” she
said, waving her hand dismissively. I started washing myself. I felt
humiliated, rubbing soap on my body while she sat there, supervising. It was
clear I wasn’t going to close the curtain. She looked me over, fixated on my
cock at times. Was she enjoying it? I couldn’t tell, but the whole situation
just felt degrading.

“Don’t forget
that big dick,” she said jokingly. “Or do you need help with it?”

I had left it
for last, for obvious reasons. And I looked down at it. I had washed myself in
the cage plenty of times, but Mrs. Oran seemed intent on seeing me at full
erection.

“Relax,” she
said, and got closer. I felt her hand grab my shaft and start sliding it up and
down. She poured some liquid soap on it, and started washing it up and down. I
couldn’t help it, I moaned loudly, so horny and excited. “Mrs. Oran…” I
groaned, feeling bashful as she basically jerked me off.

“Shhh,” she
said, and slowly stroked me. I could feel how incredibly stiff I was. Her hands
massaged my aching balls too. “You are just so hard Jake. I really am envious
of Lindsey. Those days are long gone,” she said, stroking just the shaft,
avoiding my sensitive head.

“Ohh…oh I’m…”

She stopped on
cue. “Don’t you worry Jake. I’ve had too much experience to let you just blow
like that.”

I groaned,
frustrated as my balls ached from the teasing. All I could think about was
cumming.

“Did you enjoy
it?”

I nodded,
bashfully. “Yes…”

She smiled,
standing up. “Dry yourself off Jake so I can lock you back up.” As I did, and
she slipped me back into that tight cage, she said. “Don’t worry, I enjoyed it
too.”

I came down
and Lindsey got me a bowl of cereal to eat and sat at the table with me. I ate
quietly, trying to think of anything else besides the ache in my balls, resting
heavily on the chair I sat on. Lindsey chatted with me, talking about a story
or two from her High School days. Finally, her mom came down and stood between
us, her hand on our backs.

Her mom patted
her on the back. “Well just appreciate it when you’re young dear. You’ll wish
you had when you grow to be my age.” Mrs. Oran turned her back and headed to
the basement to do laundry. Lindsey just gave me an annoyed look.

A few moments
passed when Lindsey looked over at me, somewhat peeved. “Why haven’t you gone
down to help my mom with laundry yet?”

“Oh…um. I
don’t know…should I have?”

“Um…yeah Jake.
You’re my boyfriend. Have you seen your chore chart yet?” she asked, again like
I was supposed to know what she was talking about.

“Not uh, not
yet,” I said, trying to play along.

“Well, get my
mom to show you it because you’ll want to get an early start.”

“Oh right. Ok
sure,” I said nervously. I had to do chores? I took my last bite that I wanted
from the cereal and began to head downstairs. The basement was dark, except for
a single uncovered lightbulb overhead. I meandered in, watching my head. “Um,
Mrs. Oran. Do you need help with the laundry?”

Mrs. Oran was
piling clothes from the dryer into a basket. “Oh what a good boy you are, Jake.
Why don’t you switch over this load, and then bring that basket up and fold the
clothes?” She said, stopping halfway and looking at me with what I interpreted
as smugness.

I paused,
suddenly noticing the key to my cock cage dangling around her neck, nestled
between her breasts. I swallowed hard, staring at it.

“Jake?” she
asked, and she reached into her shirt to adjust her bra. On purpose?

“Sorry uh,
Lindsey said there was a chore list or something?”

She grew a
confident smile. “Well yes, Jake. Now see what a week of blueballs, and a few
slaps can do? That’s very polite of you to ask. Once you finish the laundry,
then Lindsey and I will discuss your chores.”

I swallowed
hard and tried not to look too much at the key…or what it was hidden between. I
dutifully switched the laundry for her, and brought up the basket to the
livingroom, where Lindsey was now watching the tv. I set the basket down and
started folding the shirts on the coffee table. Lindsey had her feet up,
watching, not really paying attention to me.

As I folded,
and Lindsey watched tv, her mom came by. “Well don’t stop folding just because I’m
here. Chop chop,” she said, clapping her hands, as if it were a joke. “I came
by to discuss your chore chart, now that we’re all together.” She sat down on
the other side of me, with a piece of paper printed from a computer with my
name and Lindsey’s name up top, and a line separating the two. On it were
typical chores such as making the bed, cleaning the bathroom, etc. evenly distributed
between us.

“Lindsey hush.
Now these are your chores for this weekend, you two, and I expect them to be
done by tomorrow night. I’ve tried to split it fairly but of course I gave you
most of the heavy lifting Jake because you’re a guy.”

I just nodded,
overwhelmed. Lindsey groaned. “I have to do all that? Mom come on!” she whined.

“Lindsey,
you’re my daughter and as long as I’m housing you and paying for your college
you’re doing chores,” she insisted while her daughter just rolled her eyes. I gulped as I kept folding, and I got to the
bras, holding one up. Her mom interjected into the chore discussion. “Jake,
sort those bras by pattern and color ok? Just try to keep them together,” she
said, patting my thigh.

“Yes Mrs. Oran,” I said, nodding.

“I’m sure you
can tell whose is whose,” she said snickering, as I held one of Lindsey’s bras,
a D cup, cute, lacy, with a black and tan mesh pattern on it, and one of her
mom’s, a nude-colored pair of cups that needed quite a bit more fabric. I just
blushed looking at the two, hearing her mom chuckle. Bashfully, I couldn’t help
but look at her expansive chest, and then away as she noticed me, and started
sorting the bras as she had asked.

Her mom made
some small talk before she left and as she left earshot, her daughter laughed.
“Jeez, those things are like huge, right?” she asked, looking to me. I agreed
with her, as it seemed I was supposed to.

“Yeah, really
big,” I confirmed. Lindsey took one of her mom’s bras, this one solid black.

“They’re not
even cute,” she said. “They’re just so big-looking. She’s like two sizes bigger
than me and I can wear them as a rain hat,” she said, putting it on her head
jovially. I took of Lindsey’s bras, and realized I could definitely do the
same, but figured against pointing this out. She seemed happy at the idea that
she wasn’t quite as large as her mother. Lindsey continued. “I mean I’ve got
big boobs but come on, hers are just ridiculous, right?”

Again, I
nodded, agreeing with anything she might ask.

She just
rolled her eyes and handed me her mom’s bra. “I can’t believe she wants me to
do all these chores. Ugh, can you, like, do the bathrooms and kitchen?” she
asked in a snotty voice, pointing at her side of the chart.

“Well, Lindsey
I have to do all of that stuff,” I say pointing to the ten-item list on my
side. She just sighed.

“Jake, what’s
the point of having a boyfriend if I have to do all these chores?” she asked,
bluntly. She got a little closer and put her hand across my thigh, sliding it
over my crotch. “I know you’re frustrated, Jake.” She said in a sultry voice,
rubbing my sore balls, pressing her breasts into my arm. “And I know you don’t
want to wait another day to empty these,” she said, tapping my balls with her
fingers.

“Lindsey,
that’s not fair,” I complained.

“Oh, it
isn’t?” she asked innocently and I felt her hand grab and squeeze my balls
together, pushing them against each other. I squirmed and groaned.
“Ohhh…Lindsey…my balls,” I coughed out.

“Do my
chores,” she said sternly.

“Lindsey!”

She squeezed
harder. “Be nice to me, Jake. Be a good boyfriend,” she said girlishly, rolling
my squished balls around in her hand. “And maybe you’ll get a handjob tonight.”
She pinched one, and then the other, alternating the pressure. My muscles
jerked as I felt shooting pain.

“Lindsey!
Ahh…Ok, ok…ok ok ok,” I begged her. “I’ll do your chores.”

“All of them,
Jake?”

“Yes, yes!” I
agreed quickly, nodding my head and finally I felt her relinquish her grip and
pat my crotch with degradation. “Good boy,” she said, smiling to herself, a
minor triumph. “It’ll be nice not to have to do any of the chores then,” she
said happily, with arrogance. “Thanks for agreeing to do them,” she said with a
kiss to my cheek.

“Sure thing,
Lindsey,” I said, defeated, rubbing my sore balls.

Lindsey’s mom
came up to me as I was on my knees, cleaning her toilet, one of Lindsey’s
former chores.

“It’s good to
see a man on his knees once and awhile,” she said, behind me, probably
smirking. “Cleaning the toilets, no less. Thirty years ago that would be
absurd. I’m glad you’re not letting your male ego get in the way of getting
your chores done, Jake.”

I sighed,
quietly. “Yes Mrs. Oran,” was all I felt like saying.

“Now wait a
minute. Wasn’t cleaning the bathrooms one of Lindsey’s chores? I could have
sworn it was. I mean that is a girl’s kind of chore, isn’t it?”

I gulped. I
knew Lindsey wouldn’t want me telling her mom she ballbusted me into doing it.
I just hung my head, still wiping up the inner bowl with the brush. “I’m just
helping Lindsey out,” I admitted.

“What a nice
boyfriend you are,” she said, perhaps knowingly. “I see you have started to
learn your place around here. I’m sure those aching blueballs of yours are
really starting to hurt now.”

I just nodded,
still facing away from her.

“Tell me how
they feel, Jake. I’d like to hear.”

“They hurt a
lot. All I can think about is how much I want it.”

“Awww,” she
said, patronizingly. “Someone’s got a bad case of the ole blueballs, I think,”
she said, snickering at her words. “But you’ve been so well behaved today, I’m
thinking of letting you have a little something tonight.”

She looked
down at me sympathetically. “Well, I really do think you’ve learned your lesson
from last night. All of the denial and ballbusting have really made you
submissive. Look at you. On your knees, begging me to have your release. “

I nodded,
nearly sobbing, really, and looked up at her. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ve
been really respectful. I’m even doing all of Lindsey’s chores!”

She smiled,
her lips curling. I hate to admit it, but even in my desperation, I was still
staring at how her mounds of breast nearly obscured my view of her face. “Well
Jake, I think you’ve certainly earned it. But there are just a few more things
I’d recommend, if you really want to clinch the orgasm tonight.”

“Yes, Mrs.
Oran?”

“Well, first,
I think it would be appropriate to take your pants down as we talk, and bend
over that sink,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

I gulped,
blushing at the concept, but complied. Soon my pants were off and I was bending
over the sink. I could see her in the mirror, getting behind me. Sure enough, I
felt her hand grasp my balls, weighing them.

“So swollen,”
she commented, rolling them around. “Now let’s see. I think first, you should
ask me to ballbust you to relieve your frustrated feelings.”

“Yes Mrs.
Oran,” I said obediently.

“Hush!” she
said, giving them a quick, and hard, squeeze. “Let me finish. You need to do
this in front of Lindsey. Tell me you’ve been very frustrated and horny and you
need a little cooldown,” she said, giving instructions. “Next, offer to do some
more chores for me, in front of Lindsey of course. I’ll think of something fun
for you to do.” She squeezed again, making eye contact with me in the mirror.
“Keep your head down. Let’s see, and finally, you need to ask my permission to
cum, but I’ll leave the details up to you. I’d like to see how much you’ve
learned, honey, and I’d like it to be very, very submissive. But that last one
I’d like it to just be you and me,” she said, pawing at my balls with
ownership. “Now say, yes Mrs. Oran.”

I nodded into
the sink. “Yes Mrs. Oran,” I said as submissively as possible.

She patted my
balls with a “good boy,” and told me to put my pants back up. I got back to
doing the bathroom.

I was dusting
the livingroom, while Lindsey watched some chick flick, when Mrs. Oran came by
to watch it with her. “Jake turn away!” Lindsey said, lightheartedly, as one of
the girls took her shirt off. “Your balls already ache enough!” she said with a
laugh. Her mom joined in, too.

“I don’t know
if they can get any achier,” I said, trying to be good natured. It seemed to be
winning me points and if I kept going, it was looking like a handjob was coming
my way. “Speaking of which…”

“Yeah?”
Lindsey asked.

“Well, my
balls hurt so bad. It’s been such a long time, I’m really having trouble
focusing,” I said, bullshitting as much as possible. “Maybe um, I could get
some help.” Lindsey stayed quiet on this one.

Her mother
chimed in. “Oh like what, honey?” she asked, her curiosity so fake I was
shocked Lindsey was unfazed.

“Maybe like,
when you hit them before.”

“You want some
ballbusting Jake? To get that thing from getting…I mean trying to get…hard in
there?” she asked, patting the spot between her and Lindsey.

I walked over.
“Yes, Mrs. Oran,” I begrudgingly said. I found myself pants off soon and in
between the two women, legs spread. Mrs. Oran cupped my balls.

Lindsey said,
still watching the tv, “See mom. I told you he wasn’t some horny pervert,” she
said matter-of-factly. “He’s just really frustrated and needy. He’s even asking
you for slaps. See?”

“Yes dear. I
guess you were right about him,” she said, giving me a wink and then a slap to
my balls. I yelped, squirming. Then she slapped me again, and again, until
finally she gave me four hard hits. I swallowed hard at it, happy to be over
with it.

“Any more
Jake?” her mom asked, giving me an arrogant smile, and I knew it wasn’t really
a question.

“Yes…please,”
I said, adding on the last bit for safety. Another slap came, and then another.
I grumbled, my balls seriously in pain. Lindsey turned to me. “Feeling better?”
she asked.

I nodded.

“Good! I can
tell cause you didn’t look down my shirt when I asked,” she said with a giggle,
tugging her neckline down to tease me. “Jake!” she said, complaining. “You
looked!” and I found her hand grabbing my balls, tugging them down in the sack.
“There we go. A big squeeze.” She clenched my nuts, making me grit my teeth and
beg her to stop and finally she let go. “That’s it. Now no more horny
feelings,” she said, pleased with herself. I just sat there, holding my balls.

Mrs. Oran
smiled to me. “That’s great Jake. Anything else? Looks like dusting the
livingroom was your last chore.”

“Oh, are you
sure Mrs. Oran? I wouldn’t mind doing another,” I offered. I appreciated that
she made the transition so easy for me.

“Hmmm…what do
you think Lindsey?”

Lindsey
pondered, looking down at my balls. “Make him scrub the floors like you used to
make dad do,” she said, casually, looking back at the tv.

“Ohhh,
wonderful idea. Back in the 80s I had him scrubbing my floors with a bad case
of blueballs to support women’s rights.” She explained. “Worked like a charm.
Now Jake why don’t you go over there, on your hands and knees, and scrub my
floors?”

I nodded
slowly. “Yes Mrs. Oran,” I said dutifully and headed over. In minutes, I found
myself, pantless, wiping down the kitchen floor with a bucket and a sponge.
Lindsey came over halfway through. “Don’t mind me,” she said. “I’m just getting
some more popcorn. Gosh you look so submissive doing that,” she said laughing.
“Seriously like, what kind of guy scrubs the floor like that, with his balls
hanging down?” She came behind me and gave my hanging nuts a light kick with
her bare foot. “What guys will do to cum, seriously,” she said amusing herself
as I looked up to see her refill her bowl with popcorn. A few popped kernels
dropped and she joked, “Get those for me or no cumming tonight,” she said with
a laugh, as I scooted over quickly to clean them up.

Mrs. Oran came
by to inspect my job. “Well Jake, it looks like your cleaning skills are
superb. I wonder if that’s because you’re good at cleaning or if something else
was motivating you.”

I gulped. I
was kneeling, looking up at her. My knees were sore, and Lindsey was in the
livingroom out of earshot. “Please Mrs. Oran. I’ve done everything…”

“Well, that’s
not true is it?” She said, arms folded. “But yes, you’ve been extra good. I’m
always impressed by just how motivated you boys are by that one little thing
you want from us. You did a whole page of chores in one evening, crawled around
on your knees, and even asked…ASKED for ballbusting,” she said, covering her
mouth to laugh. “But I will head to the bedroom, and I expect you in there in
fifteen minutes,” she said confidently, and headed back to the livingroom to tell
Lindsey she was off to bed.

I went to
Lindsey too, still without pants, since they were sitting next to Lindsey on
the couch.

“Oh Jake, hey. Yeah, it is time for bed isn’t it? I’m gonna head up,” she said,
yawning.

“I have to
talk to your mom first,” I announced. She just shrugged, expecting it, and
walked upstairs.

I sighed, and
waited the appropriate amount of time before I went up the steps. By now, each
step made my balls shake and hurt. Finally, I made it to Lindsey’s mom’s room,
knocking on the door and entering. “Hey Mrs. Oran,” I said bashfully. The pants
were out of the question at this point and she wanted my shirt off too, which I
complied with.

She was in
another nightie, one of the ones I had folded. This one was a silky white one-piece
that was loose on most of her, while tightly hugging her chest, making her
breasts once again unavoidable to my eyes. I knew I was on the spotlight. Mrs.
Oran just turned the page in her book while I walked over. I realized this act
could determine my orgasm tonight, and the pressure made my stomach twist.
“Mrs. Oran?” I asked, hesitantly.

“Yes Jake?”
she asked, curiously.

I sighed, and
swallowed my pride. “May I lie over your lap?” I asked, shutting my eyes in
shame.

“Yes you may.”
She put her book down and put her hands to her sides. I slowly moved forward
and laid across her lap, my balls presented to her from between my legs. I
could feel her breasts against my stomach.

“Ohhhh. Well,
you guys bossed me around and I had to do it all cause I’m locked up.”

“Good Jake.
That’s good. Tell me everything. I’m really not so bad; I just want the best
boyfriend for Lindsey. Don’t you want to make her happy? She really is
perfect.”

“Yes Mrs.
Oran.” Her grip was loose on my balls, but still commanding. “I’ll be a really
good boyfriend for her.”

“Good Jake.
How does it feel to have your manhood in my hand? Though after a day like today
it’s tough to call it manhood, isn’t it?”

“It’s
humiliating.”

“And?” A
little tap to my balls.

“Degrading.”
Another tap.

“And?”

“It makes me
feel submissive.”

“Oh I bet it
does, honey. You spent all day with blueballs, the key to your orgasm around my
neck, scurrying to your girlfriend’s and my every beck and call.”

I groaned as
she petted my balls.

“These are so
swollen,” she commented, weighing them. “A guy your age, in his sexual and
masculine prime. Biologically, you’re able to cum, twice, three times, heck,
you’re eighteen, maybe even five times a day or more if you really wanted, yet
you’ve kept it all locked up for your girlfriend.”

I whimpered,
feeling so submissive. She got the key around her neck off and reached under
me, unlocking the padlock. She flipped me over so I was on my back, my butt
resting in her lap as she took me out of my cage. Neither of us was surprised
at my stiffening reaction.

“I’ve got you
by the balls,” she said with incredible glee. Holding them as I firmed up. My
erection extending to my stomach.

“Yes Mrs.
Oran.”

I felt a hard
slap. “Tell me I’ve got you by the family jewels.”

“You’ve got me
by the family…ahhh!” A slap hit me hard

“Now tell me
who your orgasm belongs to.”

“My orgasm
belongs to you Mrs. Oran,” I said desperately. I felt her stroke my cock. Her
breasts pushed forward and her wrist made them jiggle, the head of my cock
sliding gingerly against their skin. I emitted a pleasured, animal moan as I
felt the incredibly full-body experience of her hands over my cock, stimulating
my most sensitive nerves.

She slapped me
and I squirmed around in her lap painfully. Again, another extremely painful
slap came and I begged her to stop, tears welling in my eyes. I felt so
vulnerable, crooked over her lap, the position forcing my cock and balls to be
the most elevated part of me. She grabbed my nuts and squeezed them. “Now
submit to me, fully. Beg for my permission. Tell me who’s in charge.”

I whimpered,
as she gave me pleasure, barely edging away the pain. Her breasts rested on my
stomach like a table. “Now I think you’re ready to cum. Why don’t you go see
Lindsey and you two have a little personal time together. But then you come
right here afterwards. I’m in charge of your cum, Jake, and you will only be
allowed to blow with me, understood?”

“Get my
vibrator out of the drawer first, then come back here in twenty minutes,” she
said and I dutifully rummaged through the drawer until I found her white and
magenta vibrator, handing it to her. I hurried off, erection wobbling, and
entered Lindsey’s room.

“Holy shit
that thing is huge!” Lindsey said, staring at it as I came in. “Bring it over
here!”

I came over to
her and we immediately got to business. Her hand stroked me while we kissed,
immediately overwhelming me with feeling. My hands jutted to her breasts,
squeezing them. She was just in her tank top and panties, with no bra on, and I
was happily squeezing and pawing at her breasts while we made out.

“Lindsey…wait,”
I grunted as I felt the cum boil in my balls. “Your mom said she was going to
make me cum.”

“I know I just
wanna play with it,” she said happily, and I guess it made sense this wasn’t
the first time that happened either. She stroked me more, making my balls hurt
and ache so bad. Fondling her, I could barely stand it.

“Jake we have
to make out. I’m not going to just let you sit there with this big thing and
not even let me touch it.”

“I can’t take
any more teasing.”

She slapped my
sensitive balls. “Well, if you jerk off, then my mom will be seriously pissed.
Like, evil pissed. She gonna really take it out on your nuts, AND we will
probably have to break up.”

I groaned
out. Her fingers teased my shaft.

“Let me tie
you up.”

“What?”

“Let me tie
you up,” she said more positively. “Come on. It’ll be fun. You won’t be
tempted.”

“Lindsey…”

“Jake I don’t
think I need to remind you who’s in charge. You’re lucky I’m asking.”

I swallowed
hard and sure enough, I was getting my hands tied with fabric to the bed,
quickly. I knew I’d be able to escape if I really wanted to, but that wasn’t
the point. Lindsey giggled and stroked me, enjoying my helplessness.

“I’ve got you
right where I want you,” she said, smiling big, sliding her hand loosely over
me. “You are just soooo ready for it. Look at your balls. They’re all clenched
up and swollen!”

I moaned,
begging for it. She just relentlessly brought me to the edge over and over. My
cock throbbing needing it, angrily. “Look at those veins,” she said, tracing
her fingers over it. “I can’t wait to watch this thing pop,” she said, sliding
her finger up and down the shaft.

“Lindsey…” I
moaned, squirming.

“So much jizz.
A whole week’s worth and it’s all gonna blow out like a volcano!”

“Lindsey!”

“You must be
so frustrated and needy and…oh…no Jake…”

“Lindsey!
Lindsey no…no! touch it…Lindsey!” I begged but it was too late. I felt the
first spurt of cum come out on my chest, then the next one was more of a
dribble, oozing out as my throbbing hard cock rested against the small pool of
cum.

“On no. Jake…you’re
cumming,” she said, sounding depressed, watching me ooze out as I helpless
struggled against the bed posts.

The feeling
was horrible. My pent up orgasm lost to one stroke too many, oozing and
dribbling out of my cock uselessly. “Nooo,” I groaned out, defeated, the
leaking cum sapping my strength. I could no longer struggle against the fabric
around my wrists even though a small tug could have set me free.

“Awww. Your
orgasm got ruined,” Lindsey said, kneeling on the bed next to me, looking down
at it with sadness.

A few minutes
of me whimpering later, her mom came in.

“Well I
figured as much. Lindsey what did you do?”

“Mom, I didn’t
mean to! He just you know…started…you know…”

“He went a
whole week Lindsey and he didn’t even feel a thing,” she said, sounding upset
at her daughter.

“Ugh! I’m
sorry! Jake I’m really sorry.”

I just groaned
out, no strength left. My balls just ached with no satisfying release. The urge
to cum was incredible, despite my small release.

“Well,” Mrs.
Oran said, trailing off, looking at me. “We’d better clean him up and get him
locked up for bed.”

I sullenly
walked with Lindsey’s mom to the bathroom, across the hall, and let her wipe
down the pitiful amount of cum from my stomach. The view down her top would
have normally kept me rock hard and interested, but I could only give it a
token glance.

“Poor thing,” Mrs.
Oran consoled, wiping down the last few gobs. “I bet that wasn’t very
satisfying was it? Lindsey can be so careless sometimes.”

I whimpered.

“Now don’t
worry. I’m not upset or anything. Really, this just prevents a big sticky mess
from getting all over my sheets,” she said. “Now don’t be mad at Lindsey. She’s
just eager. Plus, this probably could have been avoided with a little more self-control
huh?”

She threw away
the tissues in the trash and put the cage over my cock. “I’m just disappointed I
didn’t get to whack off this big cock,” she said with a giggle. “But there’s
always next time. The good news is that you learned to be submissive today. Don’t
worry about that all-important orgasm of yours so much. There are better
lessons to be learned, honey,” she said, trying to make me feel better. I just
nodded as she locked me up and she patted my butt. “Now be nice to Lindsey.
Thank her for your release and tell her she’s a beautiful, wonderful girl.”

I walked
slowly back to Lindsey’s room, defeated. I hadn’t had an orgasm in more than a
week and now I had to go to bed in this horrible cage again, with cock
struggling against it for release. I rubbed Lindsey’s back, telling her it wasn’t
her fault, that I appreciated her, and that she was a great girlfriend. It didn’t
take too much to get her giddy and happy with me, kissing me and letting me
touch her body again before bed. As she turned out the lights, and we spooned,
I tried my best not to think about when my next chance would be.